"Of that, I have no doubt," Remus said with a shake of his head. Speaking as one who had never put much stock in birthdays (they were just another day that reminded you how old you were getting to be), it was refreshing to see Tonks get so worked up over his. "Let's keep it small, though?" he asked, chuckling. "I can see the wheels moving and you wanting invite half the population."
For once, Remus didn't admonish her for the scratching. She seemed to be getting better and that was what mattered most? Perhaps the last stage was to scratch the last of the marks away and then she'd be healed. There was a reason Remus hadn't taken up a position as a Healer. He didn't care for the guesswork. Give him hard facts any day.
"But some appetite is better than none," Remus replied, letting her step into the room. He raised his hand to block out the sudden influx of light. It wasn't his fault if he preferred to read by way of candlelight after all. "Well, there are no classes for the rest of the week," Remus replied. "Minerva collapsed a few days ago and I've assumed her duties for the time being. There's too many who are sick and I decided it was best to cancel classes for the week."